A Matter of Honour: Homura Kōgetsu vs Kyo Akamatsu

[Underdoggo]

It was a long shot, shooting his knee up like that to try to hit Homura in the head. And unfortunately, it was an attack that Homura saw coming: her head tilted backward, almost effortlessly evading his clumsy knee-strike in a breeze of flowing blue hair. In response, she seemed to tighten the backbreaker even further: Kyo felt his back being curved and arched against the jagged rock that was Homura's knee, and his spine felt like it was about to snap and pop any second now. It was taking all of his willpower not to cry out in agony.

Then, finally, Homura released Kyo, letting him flop to the mat. A shallow gasp of relief escaped his lips: his back was throbbing in agony, and numb pain radiated up along his spine. He felt himself being shoved over on the canvas, rolled onto his back...and then Homura's boot pressed against his cheek, and for a moment Kyo felt like his skull was being crushed against the mat.

For a moment, despite the pain he was in, his arms and legs flailed. The ref came and immediately started a countdown. "ONE..." Kyo twisted sharply, narrowly getting a shoulder up as he pawed at Homura's boot, groaning as he tried to relieve the pressure on his skull...

[Teenwrestler]

After surviving for what could only be described as an eternity for Kyo, who no doubt felt that way given the amount of pain he was in, Homura would unceremoniously release the male wrestler on her own. She could have kept up the pressure even more, continued her assault and perhaps even put the move beyond his breaking point but no- there was a lesson to be taught here. Homura wanted to show Kyo just how better she was compared to him and all the other wrestlers in LAW.

After pushing him down over onto the canvas, Homura would place her boot over his cheek and lean forward, crushing his head against the mat while the referee counted the pin. She grinned maliciously while looking down, demanding that he would give up just upon realizing the fact that there was no hope in defeating her. The referee realized this was technically a pinning position, started the count. Kyo would bring his shoulder up at the count of one but Homura looked unimpressed.....at the referee.

"Who told you to count? I'm not done breaking him yet" she snarled.

The bluenette reached down to grab his hair and pull him to a seated position. "I am going to crush you like a bug...." she said in a ominous tone. Standing behind him, Homura would pass her legs over his shoulders and then wrap them around his head. She reached down to grab both of his arms and pull them up towards her making sure his hands would be immobilized while she trapped him in a standing headscissors.

[Underdoggo]

"Nnnnnghk!" Kyo was pawing desperately at Homura's boot now, desperately trying to dislodge it. The bluenette seemed intent, among other things, on crushing Kyo's head underfoot, and his legs kicked uselessly at the mat as the pressure on his skull built up further and further. Finally, though, Homura released him: gasping, he rolled free, clutching his hurting skull. Around him, the crowd were starting to boo, no more please by Homura's tactics than Kyo was.

Homura, though, wasn't done yet.

His hair was yanked, pulling him into a seated position, and then the next thing Kyo knew, both of Homura's powerful thighs clamped around his head and began to squeeze. THIS pressure on his skull was infinitely worse; he gave a ragged gasp and grapped for Homura's strong thighs, his own legs kicking uselessly at the mat as he felt like his air supply was cut off and that his skull was being crushed like a vice...

[Teenwrestler]

She was almost glad that Kyo kicked out at the count of one. Homura did not want the referee to spoil her fun just yet, and the bluenette was also quite aware that Kyo was not a pushover despite what she thought about him. The Japanese woman would grab his head and pull him up to a seated position before immobilizing his arms and trapping him in a standing headscissors submission. Homura grinned while looking down at him, she saw the face of a defeated man who was struggling to hold on to whatever desperate pride that he had left.

The man would grab her thigh and start to kick his legs against the mat. "How pathetic. It seems you now understanding the difference of skill level between us in the ring." she would mock him. "If you do not give up now, that is fine by me. I will knock you out" she said, narrowing her eyes at him while continuing to squeeze tighter and tighter while yanking his arms up upwards and away from his shoulders to put pressure on his shoulder as well.